Halloween

It’s Halloween and I am feared
To walk the woods tonight
The creatures who avoid the sun
Have by the flight of hags been cheered
And they my sorrows slight
And though the night has just begun
Wind whistles in the forest beard
While eldritch flickering light
Pursues me as they have their fun
Their voices sibilant and weird
Echo strangely, and the fright
Dictates I lift my heels and run

Jane Jago